ON New Years day I spent some time at the Oliver Tambo airport to see a friend off NEW ZEALAND. The push and crush of swearing sweaty bodies put paid to my day.
I had last spent time at that airport in 1971/2. Standing on the balconies waving at the departing plans not caring a damn who is in it or who is driving it. Even the chicken outlet seemed to have stopped in time as seen by the static lines awaiting that which was the military 0fficers fare.( not allowed to say colonel). But, given the wait the chickens seemed to be resurrected and the clients were in ecstasy. Well to be honest, I am always that, the people went back for more like this was a part out of Oliver Twist, please sir.
I had last been in that building in 1971/2. When I saw it now it seemed to be in a poor state of disrepair. Now disrepair is not something you see and measure but rather a feeling. At the Aeroplane viewing balconies the planes looked a bit out of shape. A green monster was taxiing up and down to test something or other. While people were praying for another plane. But: passengers have no say over their lives nor their pockets. The noise is resounding, astounding, deafening and well just plain, not plane irritating where all passengers grouped and lost are searching for their dear ones who will soon be passengers on a later flight.NEW YEARS DAY AT OLIVER TAMBO
Then we arrive alive at the suitcase weighing scales to check if you have more luggage than 25kg and you start worrying because 5 bottles of whiskey weighs more than 6kg. You sigh with hate and see the pretty lady from china at the same time.. Damn them all. Hope they don’t find the diamonds.
When you started out the first thing to breach was the parkade, well, well, that was something now especially when the boom refused to lift on green robot. I assumed the car owner would allow me to help it by lifting it physically but he had more honest moves like in paying for his ticket.
Then, of course, you have the shops who promise a 40% discount on everything and after the purchase, smiles and handshakes you shake with rage at the door because 40% was never deducted. Sounds like the taxman all over again. You accidentally enter a huge hall which extends to eternity and that means lugging your trolley and junior on it to the far end which is about 2 km away. Every one meets you with a smile and you hate them and yet you do not quite know why you hate them, but when you reach the parkade and see their vehicles and Bemmers then you know.. Something about jealousy and nastiness Eventually the planes comes or are already there. You follow the troupe like sheep and hope you are in the correct line and do not come out on the Amazon connection, yes that sounds lekker. AMAZON.
You walk along the passage towards a window which you are unaware if it is open or closed with steps going down to somewhere or other. You console yourself that the damn step has to go down or up.or somewhere. There are people. Larney people, people who run this joint and make money out of taking patriots out of the country, out of weighing patriots bags and whiskey and next years xmas gifts. With an authoritive but dour expression they smugly discover the whiskey and hold it up to the light and assume it is for them. Now please reader do not blame me : the loved ones can go find their own damn plane, I am going home and that is that Cheers. Should hear them as they pass over the house. .
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